An old man out there
lives in despair
a king so long
committed actions wrong.
A rigid man without respite
fell a prey to a spite
knowing or unknowing right
now wallows in ignominy bright.
Thrown he now out of his fiefdom
has become so inactive and dumb
looks he a puppet with a drum
comical character of his erstwhile kingdom.
Childless he is, this wealthy man
adopted a son from his own clan
who hatched out a clever plan
that entrapped the old man.
Knows
not how to come out
the old lion seems worn out
Would he regain his strength?-a doubt
worry his kin all throughout
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Old Man”
That is so original. It feels different from other poems – I’m trying to put my finger on what it is, exactly. Thank you for writing it.
Your blog site is beautiful, by the way!